Ama Citation In Text Quotes & Sayings

No big deal. We all have blood in us, the trick is keeping it inside. — Jeff Lindsay

Jesus Christ. Men looking for ways to seem more macho. That's like ninety-eight percent of the world's problems.""I know. But should we be saying that, since we're guys?"Seb shrugged. "No matter. World's kinda fucked anyways. — Andrea Speed

Well, how did you die, then?" the old man finally asked.
"Die?" Matthew threw back. "Are you crazy? I'm not dead. I'm just very late. — J. Tonzelli

Judgment is very easy, but I think, on the whole, professional critics maybe see too much, and compare too much, and forget the joy of actually looking and contemplating for its own sake. — Antony Gormley

The system should always keep users informed about what is going on, through appropriate feedback within reasonable time. — Jakob Nielsen

A Japanese can live on a teaspoonful of rice a day. We were the best breed of worker they had ever hired in their lives. — Julie Otsuka

The people naturally adhere most to doctrines which demand the least self-exertion and the least use of their own reason, and which can best accommodate their duties to their inclinations. — Immanuel Kant

I don't know about lying for novelists. I look at some of the great novelists, and I think the reason they are great is that they're telling the truth. The fact is they're using made-up names, made-up people, made-up places, and made-up times, but they're telling the truth about the human being - what we are capable of, what makes us lose, laugh, weep, fall down, and gnash our teeth and wring our hands and kill each other and love each other. — Maya Angelou

It was not by accident or coincidence that the rights to freedom in speech and press were coupled in a single guaranty with the rights of the people peaceably to assemble and to petition for redress of grievances. All these, though not identical, are inseparable. They are cognate rights, and therefore are united in the first Article's assurance. — Wiley Blount Rutledge

But I can think of nothing on earth so beautiful as the final haul on Halloween night, which, for me, was ten to fifteen pounds of candy, a riot of colored wrappers and hopeful fonts,snub-nosed chocolate bars and SweeTARTS, the seductive rattle of Jujyfruits and Good & Plenty and lollipopsticks all akimbo, the foli ends of mini LifeSavers packs twinkling like dimes, and a thick sugary perfume rising up from the pillowcase. — Steve Almond